Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Dreams or Beauty by Aubrie Dionne

Emme is 20 years old and she still hasn't found the thing that she is "meant to do". Everyone around Emme knows what they are supposed to do even Jack and Stella her two best friends who are a year older than her. Thomas and Laura, Emme's brother and sister-in-law have been taking care of her since she was an infant and her parents died in a carriage accident.

Lets rewind time. Five years ago Stella, Jack, and Emme traveled through the woods. It started raining and The children, then fifteen, decided to go to the Hawthorne Estate for protection. They hid under the porch until Jack and Stella decided to go into the house to check things out. Legend has it that Davian Hawthorne, the man who lived in the estate, was cursed by a sorceress and disappeared for over a century. Emme is intrigued by the fabulous portrait of the young man. He was very handsome.

Fastforward five years and Emme has been having these dreams about Davian Hawthorne. When she sees Rosalie Hawthorne, Davian's neice, at the Harvest Celebration she wants to go and talk to her. And she gets the perfect chance when she finds something of Rosalie's that she has to return to her. Turns out Lilly,Rosalie's mother, is Davian's little sister who was about ten when he disappeared. Lilly is over a hundred years old by the time that Emme meets her but she just might be one of the only ways to get to where Davian is and find him and save Briarswood from Rosalie's wrath.

Emme goes on a journey to find Davian to save the town. Davian might just be the love of her life though. So really she is saving the town and herself. The journey is a long and treacherous one but Emme is determined to get to Davian in time before Lilly dies and Rosalie inherits the estate which turns out to be all of Briarswood and sells it so that factories can be built and homes can be torn down.

Will Emme find Davian? Will Davian fall for her like she fell for him? What will happen to Rosalie? Will Emme ever find out what happened to her parents and why they died? Will Emme get Davian back in time to save Briarswood and Lilly? Will Emme find out where Malicene went?

I thought this was a good book. Although it isn't out in paperback yet so you would have to get it online if you wanted to read it that's really one of the only downside to this book. Also the author is very nice and she very generously gave me an e-book of Dreams of Beauty and Voices of Ire which I'm also excited to read. Thanks Aubrie! I really enjoyed this book. It was placed in a time where they used carriages instead of cars to get places. Emme was a great character. Also if it weren't for Stella and Jack getting Emme to go into the Hawthorne Estate and see Davian's portrait she would have never known where to find him and Briarswood would have been filled with factories instead of residents and stores.

This book was 103 pages. I would read it again if I didn't have a whole pile of books to read. So I guess I'm kind of saying that I recommend it. Aubrie has also written several other books. Such as Voices of Ire, Night Dance, and Messanger in the Mist (which I'm excited to read). She also wrote several short stories, such as the Seasons of Fantasy series and the Carnival of Illusions series. Check out Aubrie's blog at http://authoraubrie.blogspot.com/ or under my stalkers column, her name on that is Aubrie.

Also if you comment on this post you will be entered into a drawing to win Aubrie's book, Dreams of Beauty. Although it is in pdf form [on the computer/e-book] because it isn't out in paperback. It was a very quick read even though it was on the computer. All you have to do is comment and you will be entered in a drawing the only thing I must stress is you need to put your e-mail in the comment! You will not be entered in the contest if you don't put your valid e-mail address! Good luck everyone!

The contest ends on July 6th.
We will choose the winner on July 7th. The winner will be e-mailed a congratulatory notification and then will be e-mailed the e-book. I will also post on my blog who the winner is.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Contest for some amazing beachy reads

Hey everyone!

If you want to win a huge beachy prize? If so go to http://www.royalreads.com/2009/06/just-beachy-reads-prizepack-giveaway.html to enter the amazing giveaway. There are three winners and each gets at least one autographed copy of a book by Kieran Scott a.k.a Kate Brian who I was just gushing over her latest release and I found this amazing contest right after I did that. Lucky me. The catch is it ends today June 29th so if you want to enter go do it now! your time may be up soon!

Happy Times!

I just finished Beautiful Disaster By Kate Brian and I loved it! Anyway though I just figured out that two books by her are coming out around my birthday! Suspicion [Private Series] is coming out on October 8th, 10 days before my birthday not even two weeks! Also Perfect Mistake [Privilege Series] is coming out on the 27th , 8 days after my birthday! I'm sure that I won't have any trouble finding something to spend my birthday money on. Maybe someone will even get me a Borders giftcard for my birthday. That would be awesome. Anyway I still have a little time before my birthday but I'm already planning how I'm going to spend the money. Wow!

Also the month before my birthday Werewolf Dreams comes out! Also the release of that novel calls for a massive contest. Also I recently was told by the author Maria, M.M. Anderson, that she is working on the second in the series! More hot werewolf guys! *sigh* More muscles!

Which reminds me New Moon comes out in theaters in November! Taylor Lautner with his shirt off! He's so muscular. Also he's so much cuter with short hair! I've been on Team Jacob forever, but now all the girls see why I was. They called him ugly since he had long hair! How dare they! Now they see it was only a wig and that he is so hot. Lets hope there is a lot of Jacob with his shirt off in the movie. *sigh*

Thanks for voting!

The winning choice was "millions of pages flipped daily". Thanks for voting! Now all I need to do is make a header for my blog with that on it and put it up.

Also check back tomorrow for a chance to win an e-book from Aubrie Dionne. All you have to do is leave a comment on my post with your e-mail address and you will be entered into a drawing.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

The Band: Trading Guys by Debra Garfinkle

Tracie Lily Mark Sienna and George's band, Amber Road, is finally making it big. At least they think they are until something major happens after the audition at Waves. Amber Road goes out to the beach to celebrate. Aaron, Lily's brother, brings some beer. When Lily suggests that they all do a boyfriend swap after George leaves things really start to get messed up. Lily takes Mark, Sienna's boyfriend, Aaron takes Tracie, Carter's girlfriend, and Sienna and Carter stuck together and they really don't want to do anything since they might have just lost their boyfriend/girlfriend.

The thing is that this whole thing turns into a permanent thing and not just a fun little game to spend the night with someone else's boyfriend/girlfriend. Everything turns upside down and the friendships in the band might be lost. Sienna is still hoping that Mark still likes her until she is told that he doesn't. Carter still has hope for him and Tracie until he knows that she doesn't want him anymore when she breaks up with him for the two-timing Aaron. George really isn't in any of the drama because he left early and he is trying to get all of his band mates to lighten up and stop being so depressed. Tracie might be getting kicked out because of Aaron.

All that could go wrong has went wrong and none of the bandmates know if anything can be undone. None of them know if they are ever going to get their chance to be famous. No one in the band even knows who Amber road is and why their band is named after her.

Will Amber Road make it or will they crash and burn? Will anyone other than Mark figure out who Amber is or what happened to her? Will the bandmates stay friends? Will Carter and Sienna get over their ex-boyfriend/girlfriend?

I thought this book was okay. I kind of compared it to So Lyrical and Overnight Sensation by Trish Cook. Although I thought that the ones by Trish Cook were betterbecause they weren't just a bunch of people fighting over a bunch of guys/girls. Actually the "funny" thing is they are pretty much the same story. The main character even has the same name. I wonder if the authors even noticed that they had almost the same book with an alike storyline and the same character name. Seems kind of fishy if you ask me. The funny thing is that I bought the first one in the series of both of these series at the same time at the same place. Usually I don't compare books to other books but this one and So Lyrical were so much a like I really couldn't not compare them.

I have the whole series which is three books and follows Amber Road on their journey (at least that's what I'm expecting because well it is a book entitled The Band. I don't think it rated very high for me because I felt like I had read the story before but without so many people. Personally I don't recommend it because I just didn't find it that interesting because it was just a bunch of people fighting and they used the term "make love" a lot which I hate that term don't you why don't you just come out and say what it is called. I think that the term "making love" is completely creepy. Don't you guys? Anyways I recommend So Lyrical over The Band because So Lyrical is about two people who fall for each other and Trace who is in search of her long lost dad who she has never met. Overall I think it's a good storyline and everything even though I might not have done a very good job explaining that book.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Werewolf Dreams by M.M. Anderson

Cool Werewolves, a hot heroine, and things that go bump in the night.

Chapter One
Park Patrol

The moon was a waxing crescent.
Officer Seamus Sullivan, New City’s lone werewolf
policeman, slurped the raspberry jelly out of a Krinkle
Kreme donut and lobbed the frosted dough lump out the
window of his blue and white patrol car. It bounced off the
rim of an overflowing garbage can and landed in the paws
of a ragged rat. Feeding Midtown Gardens residents wasn’t
the same as littering, not in Seamus’s mind, anyway.
“Park patrol,” groaned Seamus as he reached for a
cruller. An insatiable sweet tooth and wet dog body odor
were constant but bearable human-form werewolf traits,
although soggy canine funk insured that Seamus’s love life
remained nonexistent. Also on the downside list of werewolf
traits was the “never age” dilemma, which meant
Seamus would stay seventeen forever. On the totally
downside of werewolf was the “moon” matter, and as
Seamus had learned, the “controlling your anger” problem.
Both of these occurrences made him sprout coarse
black fur and razor-sharp incisors, which led to the “holy
smokes” response that prompted Sergeant Gaffney to
consult a lunar calendar and give Seamus blue moon vacation
time and full moon days off.
After a recent newspaper article appeared, the sergeant
also saw to it that Seamus was assigned solo nightshift
park duty, until further notice. Midtown Gardens was
closed to the public from 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM. Seamus
and his New City Police Department radio car were posted
to make certain the park stayed vacant and graffiti-free.
“Sarge, what am I, a watch dog?” protested Seamus
when he heard about his new patrol detail.
Sgt. Gaffney didn’t respond, or look up from his desk
blotter. The reassignment wasn’t open for discussion.
Despite being annoyed and having a bruised ego, Seamus
decided he wouldn’t push the park patrol issue. He knew
Sergeant Gaffney had no choice but to protect his own
twilight career and Seamus’s hairy butt from controversy
and scrutiny, or worse.
Midtown Gardens duty notwithstanding, Seamus also
knew there was a definite upside to being an undead werewolf—
still living.
Seamus possessed an overzealous fight gene and never
retreated when danger reared its homicidal head. In his
four years as an officer of the law, Seamus would have died
many violent deaths had he still been a mortal.
On duty and off, Seamus hated bullies. They made him
react, and more often than not, lose his Irish temper. On
the offensive, Officer Sullivan experienced first-hand
what it was like to be stabbed, shot, bludgeoned, electrocuted,
squashed by a renegade train, pushed off a bridge,
and blown-up in a fiery skyscraper terrorist attack. He
walked away unscathed (usually on all fours) from each
Eternal life undead had earned Seamus a slew of medals
for honor and valor, but it had also won him the unwanted
attention of Lyman Newlin, the formerly well-known
and presently crusty New City Chronicle police reporter.
The following editorial by Newlin appeared just prior to
Seamus’s park patrol reassignment:
Officer Seamus Sullivan from the 20th
Precinct seems to rise from the ashes
time and time again, like the mythical
phoenix. How does this young patrolman
defy death? Can survival be attributed
to a lucky break? And what about the
mysterious black hound that seems to
follow him around? Is Seamus Sullivan
New City’s very own superhero with a
canine sidekick?
The buried-on-page-nineteen blurb went unnoticed by
most New Citiers. Father X. Francis Benedict, however,
read the piece with rapt interest.
Mickey Stella, wanna-be wise guy, two-time jailbird,
part-time hit man, and small-time stolen goods fencer sat
alone at the end of the Cock of the Flock Tavern bar. He
puffed an unfiltered cigarette and nursed his fifth and
final bottom shelf double Scotch & soda. He’d been cutoff
by the bartender for uninhibited off gassing.
Mickey was low on cash and irritated about being
stood up by some guy who was going to cut him in on
some sort of great deal, moving stuff from an electronics
heist. Something to do with eye pads or pea pods. The
alcohol had made Mickey’s recall more foggy than usual.
Not to mention years of hallucinogenic drugs, lack of
exercise, and a diet high in partially hydrogenated oils.
Mickey liked to think of himself as a big guy, the
bouncer type. Mickey had horizontal butt crack on the
back of his neck and he could no longer bet numbers
higher than ten. Most people who knew Mickey referred
to him as a dumb, fat mook—even his mother.
Mickey knew this for certain because he used to go
with her to church.
Mama Stella lit devotional candles and prayed for her
only child every morning at 7:30 mass, “Dear Holy Mary
Mother of God, please watch over my dumb, fat mook
son and forgive me for whatever trespasses I did wrong to
give birth to such a loser. Amen.”
Mickey stumbled out of the Cock of the Flock Tavern
and squinted at his watch dial. It was either 12:10 or 2:00.
He couldn’t quite tell, but he was coherent enough to
know he had a transportation issue. Mickey hadn’t
considered finding a lift home, and he refused to take the bus
or subway, not at this late hour anyway, all the weirdoes,
too scary.
Mickey expected the guy with the goods to have wheels
and drive him back over the bridge to Sicily Town after
their deal went down. Mickey had planned to choke the
guy lifeless, bury the body, and keep the car for a few days.
Mickey’s Caddie was in the shop again and Mama Stella
wasn’t exactly generous with her antique Pacer. The moon
buggy sported a bumper sticker that read: HIT ME AND
That was Plan A. Mickey didn’t have a Plan B, and he
didn’t have return cab fare to Sicily Town. Not that any
New City taxi driver would have ferried Mickey over the
bridge to Sicily Town, not at such a late hour, for any
price, all the weirdoes, too scary.
With drunken clarity, Mickey decided to walk the six
and a quarter miles back to his basement apartment, the
studio he rented from his mother. Mickey hoped she wasn’t
waiting up, although he knew she would be. He pictured
her sour face glued to the kitchen window next to
the cellar door, waiting, watching, worrying. Mama Stella
wouldn’t let Mickey go to sleep without first giving her a
detailed account of his evening. Mickey had long ago run
out of credible fibs for his many midnight escapades,
especially fibs to explain all the digging that went on in
the vegetable garden after dark.
Four short blocks later, Mickey was bathed in sweat
and there was a raw spot on his inner butt cheek where his
size 48 briefs had crawled and bunched and began chafing.
“This freakin’ sucks!” screamed Mickey as he dislodged
the wedgie. A few slow steps later the wilted
traveler removed his sports jacket, and unbuttoned his
damp rayon dress shirt collar before cursing the heat,
which now topped the list of Mickey’s mounting aggravations.
Middle of the night and the mercury was still hovering
around a humid 85 degrees. Tomorrow snow was in the
forecast—that was springtime in New City.
A lone cab stopped for the light. Mickey ambled forward
and grabbed the passenger door handle, but not
before the driver caught sight of the Neanderthal wouldbe
fare in the rearview mirror, pushed auto-lock, and sped
away. Mickey tumbled onto the curb. It wasn’t his night.
“Eat dung! You diaper head, camel face, toilet… freakin’…
mother… ah, shit!” Mickey’s voice was hoarse from
too many smokes and chronic post-nasal drip. He now
had a rip in his sleeve and his elbow was scuffed. He sat
on the grimy concrete for a moment and tried his best to
contemplate the situation. The park loomed in front of
Mickey’s weary view. If he wanted to get home any time
before dawn he’d have to pick himself up and continue
Mickey decided Plan B was to skim a mile or so off his
impossible foot journey by cutting through Midtown
Mickey crossed the street and yanked the CLOSED
sign from the park’s entryway gate, bent it in half, tossed
it into the deserted avenue, and wished aloud in a flurry
of expletives that the discarded metal would tear through
the next passing cab’s tire.
Two hundred yards away, the clink-clank-clinking of
aluminum sign on potholed asphalt awoke Seamus from
a momentary snooze. The scent of sour body odor, blood,
tobacco, and cheap booze also reached Seamus long
before Mickey lumbered through the park clearing. The
trespasser stopped beside a lonely bench where he paused
to pee on an over-flowing garbage can. Seamus walked up
behind Mickey, flashlight in hand.
“Let’s go, Chief,” said Seamus.
Mickey jumped. “What the—?”
“Park’s closed. Or didn’t you read the sign before flinging
it into the street?”
Mickey finished urinating in silence, shook twice, then
pushed his pecker back into his fly and wiped a wet hand
on his pant leg.
“Prove I flinged the sign onto Garden Avenue, flatfoot.
Smells like a stinkin’wet dog around here.” Mickey sniffed
his own armpits.
“Emptied your tank, now beat it. If you wanna tip-toe
through the tulips, come back after 6:00.” Seamus
motioned with the flashlight beam, illuminating the
direction of nearest park exit. “Start walking.”
Mickey sat himself down on a park bench next to the
garbage can. “I ain’t going nowheres, flatfoot.”
According to the Police Handbook Course of Action,
Section 10, when dealing with an intoxicated person an
officer should:
1. Establish contact in a friendly manner and gain
2. Never be condescending.
3. Don’t debate.
4. Blame the reason why the person has to leave on
someone besides you.
5. Lie if you have to, to make them happy.
Seamus sighed. He hated dealing with drunks. The five
rules of law enforcement procedure never seemed to
work. He gave it a go anyway.
“Listen, Chief; it doesn’t look like you had such a good
night, but I don’t make the rules around here. Go home.
Things’ll be better in the morning.”
Mickey didn’t move or reply.
“The park is closed—you gotta leave.”
“Who says, flatfoot?” Mickey cocked his head and
glared at Seamus.
“I says.” Seamus folded his arms and stood erect, positioned
cop-style steadfast in a puddle of lamppost light.
Broad shouldered, muscular, 5’11”, clean-cut, baby faced,
Seamus didn’t look a day older than his forever seventeen
Mickey grinned.
In one fast and fluid motion, Mickey grabbed the nearby
trashcan and crashed it across Seamus’s knees.
Seamus collapsed like a house of cards on a windy day.
Mickey followed with a second crushing blow to the
downed officer’s head, splitting it like a ripe watermelon.
Mickey rolled the bloodied, wounded policeman onto his
back and helped himself to the vehicle keys before removing
Seamus’s service revolver from its holster. He fired two
shots into the unconscious officer’s chest, stuffed the
smoking gun into his own waistband, and trotted towards
the radio car.
Seamus’s lupus conversion was swift and furious.
Mickey made it halfway across the clearing before he
heard the pursuing patter of paws. The cop killer slowed
his lumbering jog and glanced over his left shoulder. He
was eye-to-eye with a furious frothing werewolf.
“Big dog!” yelled Mickey, pulling the revolver from his
pocket. He didn’t get the opportunity to fire. An enormous
pair of razor-sharp jaws clamped over Mickey’s fleshy neck
with the force and speed of a guillotine. He was DOA
before his decapitated corpse hit the grass with a THUD.
By the time the frenzied werewolf had consumed
Mickey’s cirrhosis liver, not a trace of desecrated carcass
remained. It had burst into a momentary flame and vanished
into the darkness. Whatever personal articles were
left behind comprised a pile of soon-to-be-windblown
Except the gun. It belonged to Seamus.
Seamus the werewolf loped back towards the patrol car,
his rage subsiding along with his consciousness. His stomach
was already beginning to boil and cramp. Don’t eat
drunks’ livers.
Seamus heaved and drooled and retched and hurled
Mickey chunks before catching sight of the familiar
apparition hovering above the grass. There she was again,
watching him from her glistening sphere of luminescence.
Seamus wagged his bushy black tail and whimpered an
affectionate greeting. He liked it when phantom woman
showed up to his kills in the buff. Tonight, however, she
was wearing pink paisley pajamas. All the same, nude or
clothed, she was hot.
It wasn’t long before Seamus’s vision faded to black.
Lights out.

That was the first chapter or M.M. Anderson's debut novel Werewolf Dreams. To celebrate the release I will be hosting a contest with a prize of a free autographed copy of Werewolf Dreams. Also to celebrate the release M.M. Anderson will be stopping by Laurel's YA Book Reviews for an author interview. If you have any specific questions that you would like for me to ask M.M. Anderson I would be glad to ask her if you would just leave the questions in a comment on this post.

Also I have a poll for a new slogan I guess you could say. If you don't like any of the ones that I put up on there and you have one that you think sounds good please leave it in a comment on this post. Also if someone posted a comment came up with a slogan that you like it would be great if you comment and say if you like that one because at the end of ,I don't know, a week? I will come back to this post and the poll and see which one you guys liked the best and I'll use that one on my new header. If there happens to be a tie for the slogan I'll be having another poll to choose which one you guys think is the best for my page.

YA Book Carnival at Bloody Bookaholic

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Double the chance to win when you enter! She's giving away The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson & Michael Ledwidge and a surprise book. The first place winner will get their choice and the second place winner will get the other one. The contest ends on June 27th so go check it out now!

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Geography of Girlhood by Kirsten Smith

Okay so I'm not completely sure how to write a review of this so I'm going to use the summary from the cover.

As the ferry coasts into downtown,
All lit up and windy and magic,
I realize kids who grow up in cities
must never dream of
going anywhere else
because they're already there.

Penny Morrow is ready to escape the pocket of home, ready to be in love, ready to find her way in the world. Navigating the choppy waters of her life, she confronts the complicated truths of her not-quite-normal family, the highs and lows of high school, her lost mother and her lost best friend, and one alluring bad boy who just might be more adventure than she bargained for.

Written in raw, captivating verse, Kirsten Smith's powerful debut novel explores the heartbreak and humor of what it really mean to be a girl stumbling toward adulthood without a map.

I personally thought this book was completely confusing. The main character's name isn't even mentioned until page 23 and frankly I couldn't remember her name I had to keep going back to the one section to find it. Also it is written in verse which I always find confusing. On the upside though if you are looking for a quick read this is very fast to read. I read this during the school year and I got through it in two nights and I usually have a lot of homework. It's 184 pages. Although as you can see I found it very hard to write a summary of it and had to use the summary on the cover of the book.

This book did get several good reviews from great authors which are on the back so it might just be me that doesn't understand the storyline. Most of the reviews on the back say that it is very real and I do agree with that. Also Penny is fourteen so that might have been another reason for me not liking it because I'm fourteen and I'm just not really interested in reading about what goes on in my own life or at least some of the stuff that goes on because my life isn't that much like Penny's life. Well I'm not going to recommend it but I'm also not going to say to not go out and buy it.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Ever After by Rachel Vail

Molly and Vicky have been best friends since they were really little. Until Grace comes it's good and the girls are having fun. Vicky doesn't trust Grace and doesn't get along with her because she thinks that Grace will leave them like their other friend left them.

Grace on the other hand doesn't understand why Vicky doesn't like her. Grace didn't force Molly to change. She didn't force Molly to steal the lifesavers or any other things. She didn't beg Jason to like her.

Vicky is getting upset because she feels like Molly is leaving her for Grace. Vicky also thinks that Molly has a crush on Henry, Vicky's brother and Molly's saxophone teacher, because she talks to him a lot and Henry thinks that Molly likes him too.

A lot changes on the day of Vicky's birthday party too. Henry's girlfriend and Grace get into this disgusting conversation at dinner and end up ruining Vicky's birthday dinner. Vicky storms up to her room and doesn't want to talk to anyone even Molly because she feels that Molly is turning on her. After Molly and Vicky get everything talked out Molly tells Grace she has to appologize to Vicky so she does and the girls end up doing something really bad.

I thought the book was okay. I would have been more interested if I was about two years younger. I would definitely say that this book is for younger audiences because it is about 8th graders well actually freshmen and it is over their summer before freshmen year. If you like reading about younger girls or girls your age getting into sort of fights then you might like this book but otherwise I would say not to go out and buy it if you like to read about girls older than you. The book is 171 pages. If I would have known that it was about 13-14 year old girls I probably would have never picked up the book because I'm going to be a freshman this year and I'd really rather not read about what is going on in my life and I would probably rather not look back on some of these kinds of things if I was older.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Kissing Snowflakes by Abby Sher

Sam's dad remarried Kathy and now Sam and her brother Jeremy are on their honeymoon with them because her dad wants Kathy and Sam and Jeremy to bond. There is one little problem though, they are honeymooning in Burlington, Vermont at a ski resort and Sam doesn't know how to ski and she doesn't particularly want to learn either. Until she meets Drew and the other people in his ski class.

Drew is a ski instructor who went on the trails in the Olympics and has all the girls swooning over him. Sam sucks at skiing, she can't seem to get the foot work right and she keeps falling. Drew suggests a little one on one time and teaches Sam how to ski and how to kiss.

There is also that "creepy" guy, Eric who Sam keeps running into and not on purpose. Eric helps Sam through some sticky situations like when she got mad and went down the trickiest slope on the mountain.

Will Sam choose Drew? What about Eric? Will Sam and Eric become friends? Will they become more? Will Sam and Drew be friends after she leaves? Read this book to find out if any of these things happen.

I thought this book was good it was interesting how the author portrayed Sam trying to choose between the two guys and figure out what was going on with her and her best friend, Pheobe, and trying to cope with having to deal with a new stepmom. I thought it really did sound like a girl's, who was having a major turning point i guess you could say, thoughts and how they can be everywhere at once but in one second if she finds her "snowflake to kiss" her mind would go straight to him sometimes. Overall it was a good book. I also liked the cover. This book is 266 pages and was really good. So if you liked how it sounded then go out and buy it.